I feel like SCREAMING! I need SEX! I need to GET LAID! I need to feel some random hot guy (no name necessary) thrusting into me!
Ahem. That was graphic. I apologize.
But as soon as kids hit puberty, their head starts sending hormones to other fun parts of the body. And as puberty goes on, those hormones go fucking NUTS. As I am well into adolescence by now, said hormones are screaming at me, and I have no desire to not heed to their will. I want IT. I want a guy to want me so much he can't help himself. And i want a crazyhot night of wild, animalistic fucking to take place. Then I want to leave and find another guy.... ooh. I get tingles just thinking about it.
You know, I read this thing in Cosmo once that said the more you masturbate, the more sex phermones you give off, which makes people want to screw you more. I wonder if it's true. I also wonder if there's incredibly hot man out there looking for a kinky brainiac like me to release his lust upon. He could tie me to the bed... Ahem.
(But I do miss the whole being-tied-up thing. It's been awhile. And I like it. A lot.)
Nate lost his virginity to Opal this weekend. He's got hickeys all over his neck. Which reminds me of experiences... like with Leo after the Hippy Fair.... or with Alex over Christmas Break.... or with April back in Massachusetts.... or with Jay a long, long time ago. Damn, I was a precocious kid. Hey, I even got Nate to want me once. But that was a long while ago, it seems, and he's in love with Opal. Plus, I don't thing he's a very good lover. I know Leo would've been. He played the guitar, so very skilled fingers. Alex seemed a bit lazy. April I do not want to talk about at this point. Maybe later, when I'm not quite so broken over her. And Jay? That was a mistake. A very nice mistake, but also a very bad mistake. I probably will never mention him again.
Ugh. Past lovers. Never fails to hurt to remember them.
Painfully,
~~tee
Bri- Grapes, "doctor", apples + syrup, mental torture, Chex Mix and vampires. When can I come over for the Mardi Gras project?
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